The Man Who Married a Tyrant - Chapter 103

two brothers

He Wenchu ​​has lived for thirty years, and he has never been so embarrassed as this day.

He was caught by the traffic police for drunk driving. He sat in the police station and waited until his father came to pay for the money, and by the way, the old father also received an education.

Father and son walked out of the door in silence. Father He turned his face and slapped him in the face: “I raised you so much, did you make your life a child’s play all day long? Huh?”

He Wenchu ​​smiled and bowed his head to apologize: “I won’t be in the future.”

His father’s eyes were red, he got into the car without saying a word, pulled him up, and told the driver, “Go to Dazheng.”

The father and son sat quietly in the back, and when they arrived, the driver whispered, “Mr. He, here we are.”

Father He rubbed his face with both hands to cheer himself up. After getting out of the car, he walked around and pulled out his eldest son into the elevator.

He Wenchu ​​refused to go in at the elevator door. His dad kicked him a few times, but he still refused to go in. His dad burst into tears. Are you trying to **** me off? Are you?”

He Wenchu ​​was finally caught.

He Wenchu ​​is no stranger to this house. On He Zheng’s twentieth birthday, he paid the full amount secretly, knowing that the younger brother was useless. After the house was settled, he didn’t bother to decorate it until He Zheng University. After graduation, I brought people over directly: “Look at this, do you like it?”

He Zheng was quite puzzled at that time: “Brother, why do you and I have such a good relationship with each other, knowing that I want to move out after graduation and rent the house in advance for me, this style is quite to my taste.”

It was not until he threw the house purchase contract in front of him that He Zheng jumped up in surprise, rushed over and hugged him and shouted, “I have a house right after graduation! I’m so good! No, I have a really good brother. !”

“Come on.” He pushed his brother’s head away, looked at the bright face, and tutted secretly. He always felt that his parents hurt He Zheng because of this lovable face. Anyway, he This is how he hurts his brother, otherwise such a bear child would have kicked the sky long ago: “Another day, invite your friends over for dinner and show off?”

He Zheng was very proud: “That must be shown off! Just say that the house was bought by me…my brother bought it for me!”

As soon as he walked into the house, he seemed to be able to see He Zheng in every corner, or sat on the sofa, raised his head from his phone, and called to him, “Brother, help me get the juice.”

Or run down from the jump floor and call him: “Brother, are you coming to cook for me today?”

Or on the lazy sofa on the balcony, take off the headphones from the game sound effect, and call him: “Brother, I want to drink milk!”

“Brother, brother, brother…”

In this house, He Zheng seemed to be everywhere. As soon as he walked in, he seemed to be surrounded in an instant.

In the master bedroom, his mother was crying while hugging his brother’s clothes, and there were clothes that had been packed and thrown on the bed. He Wenchu ​​asked, “Why are you packing these?”

It took a long time for his mother to answer: “There’s no one left, so what are you doing with your clothes?

She shook her hands and folded it. It didn’t look like she wanted to send the clothes to be burned, but to store them carefully.

He Wenchu ​​watched quietly, and when his mother walked out carrying the clothes, he suddenly stretched out his hand and snatched all the clothes back.

“what are you doing?”

“Wait, wait.” He Wenchu ​​took out the clothes that his mother had finally packed up, and hung them back in the closet one by one. His mother collapsed to the ground and was hugged by his father, crying. Live and die.

He Wenchu ​​didn’t know which one of his parents hurt more, he only knew that his whole body was slightly numb, and he wanted to curl up immediately, bury his head in a place where no one could see, and burst into tears.

He closed the bedroom door, removed the key, and left the suffocating house.

He didn’t know why he did that, but he had a weird premonition that his younger brother would come back, as if, as long as he didn’t go to that house or call him, he felt that his younger brother was still there, never left.

Even if you think about it carefully, people are already gone.

He Wenchu ​​was in a daze for a long time. He was often in a trance and fell asleep in the office lounge.

He felt as if he had reached a place where someone occupied his body and talked to someone. This person always wore black clothes. He could vaguely see the other person’s hands, with slender fingers and a sharp sword around his waist. When he saw the other party wave his hand, the bright red blood splashed out, and by feeling, the blood-stained sword body was easily returned to the sheath.

Very unreal, like a dream.

One day, he felt as if he had seen his brother.

It was at a wonton stand, surrounded by quaint pedestrians, and a group of righteous people sat beside him. And he was wearing a black gauze hat, lightly raised his eyelashes, and saw a man in a delicate robe. The other party pulled one out and threw it out: “Go away.”

The voice was low and cold, like a lunatic who kills without blinking. He felt that “I” knew each other, and the righteous people around him obviously knew each other. They all put their hands on their swords, but “I” pressed Holding the hand of the righteous man beside him: “Don’t meddle in your own business.”

He could vaguely feel that “I” wanted the man’s life very much, but he was not willing to kill in the downtown area.

In a trance, he also seemed to see a person sitting on the opposite table. That person looked exactly like his younger brother, but he had long hair and robes, but… his hobby of filling his mouth with food was very much like his younger brother.

He often dreamed of his younger brother, so it was nothing. When he was awake, he held his forehead, smiled faintly, and put it behind him.

He often felt that he had become a black-clothed swordsman, and he had a vague impression of what he did, but he had no sense of reality. He even saw himself holding his long sword at his brother’s face, stabbing straight at him. After going down, he realized that this was the task assigned by whom. From God’s perspective, he knew it was a dream, so he let it go.

Until one day, he dreamed that he was disguised as a driver. In order to kill a person, he knew that that person was the target of his mission. As long as he was killed, the mission would be successful. He could even feel the excitement rising in his heart, but at the moment when he was about to succeed, a voice like thunder suddenly sounded in his ear: “He Wenchu! Are you crazy?!”

The voice was all too familiar to him. From the sound of his brother’s collapse, he realized that the person he was going to kill seemed to be extremely important to him. The ghost knew where the power was coming from, and he forced the sword to deviate from it.

At that moment, he felt the breeze in his ears, the soles of his feet stepped on the ground, and all the unreality disappeared in an instant, and he could even notice his light breathing and the weight of the sword in his hand.

The man left with his younger brother in his arms. For a moment, he looked at the tip of the sword that brought him to the ground, and his heart was bewildered.

crossed? what the hell? What kind of plot is this?

“It’s a pity it’s so short.”

There was a soft voice in his ear, he turned to look at the other party, all the vague memories suddenly became real, and he recognized the other party’s identity and his usual behavior.

He put away the sword, turned around and left, and heard the other person ask, “Where are you going?”

“none of your business.”

Joke, this stinky boy is probably not as old as He Zheng, yet he dares to speak to him in such a tone? Don’t say that he is only working with him to eradicate the tyrant, even if he really works under him, he will not listen to his bossy orders.

He ignored the sullen look in his eyes, and left without looking back.

It took him a while to sort out his memory and identity, and soon realized that he accidentally broke into this person’s body, and the owner of this body is today’s number one swordsman in the world. The name of walking in the rivers and lakes is He Wenchu, Because blood will fly around when killing people, just like Luoying falling, Jianghu named his sword, Luoying Sword.

He easily accepted the fact that he was traveling, and quickly understood that his younger brother is now the plaything of the Lord of the World. Although many people say that He Shanshou is deeply favored by His Majesty, he also vaguely understands that his younger brother’s situation is worrying.

He borrowed the other party’s body, estimating that he had to say hello to the other party, so before leaving, he told He Yuheng: “We share the same body now, please take care of anything.”

He Yuheng didn’t receive a reply to this letter. He Yuheng was very confused as to how he would suddenly fail at the moment when he was about to succeed. He was a little afraid that he actually wrote to himself, and even sometimes couldn’t control his body.

He Wenchu’s paper slips into the sea.

Then, He Wenchu ​​found out that after he took his body away from Fang Tianhua, as soon as he regained the dominance of his body, he immediately returned to Fang Tianhua’s side, and because of his failure to kill the tyrant Fang Tianhua Apologize.

He Wenchu ​​had no choice but to write a note to him: “Can you stop messing with Fang Tianhua? Look at him like that, if the world really falls into his hands, it will definitely be better than Fang Tianzhuo’s. Much miserable.”

Then, he still did not receive a reply.

He Wenchu ​​gave up communicating with him. But this doesn’t affect his actions. Anyway, as soon as he regains control of his body, he will leave Fang Tianhua immediately. Fang Tianhua’s place is like a den of thieves. The stunner coveted it, He Wenchu ​​wished to slaughter all these people and feed them to the dogs.

As for Fang Tianhua, he was almost driven mad by He Wenchu’s attitude, which was sometimes respectful and sometimes arrogant. He was extremely irritable and had a bad temper. When he saw He Wenchu ​​walking out again, he He suddenly pulled out the whip and slapped him fiercely: “You bastard, how dare you make fun of this king!”

He Wenchu ​​dodged sideways, grabbed the whip he swung twice, and sneered, “You bastard, how dare you talk to your brother like that, believe it or not I tied you up and threw you down the mountain at night?”

“Presumptuous!” Fang Tianhua suddenly shot a poisonous needle from his sleeve, clearly intending to put him to death, a figure suddenly floated to the side of Shi Shiran, flicked his sleeve, and swept the poisonous needle to the ground: “Amitabha Buddha , the benefactor shall rest his anger.”

“Quiet your anger?” Fang Tianhua’s expression was distorted, and when he looked at him again, he was going to be mad with anger: “This king will not only kill him, but also strip you!”

When the two of them fought together, He Wenchu ​​took the opportunity to leave.

At this time, He Zheng had already started to return to the palace with the dog emperor. When He Wenchu ​​took his body, he chased his boat on the shore, and as soon as He Yuheng got his body back, he came back and ran against him.

Often when He Wenchu ​​came over again, he found that his day’s road was over, and He Zheng was extremely fast on the water, so he couldn’t find his younger brother at all.

He Wenchu ​​was a little crazy.

He found that he had to solve this top priority in order to use this body better, but the other party was silent, so he had to attack again, but there was no other way, he still had to leave a note: “Dude, let’s If you have something to say, can you stop going to Fang Tianhua? He is a pervert, if you repeat this, he will really kill you.”

He thought how could this guy not be able to figure out the situation? What exactly is Fang Tianhua looking for? Do you want to do big things alone?

As for brother Yuheng…

He stared blankly at the letter he wrote to himself, feeling a little sad in his heart.

I am, what’s wrong?

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Wen Chu brother: Listen to me, you are very good, really very good, no strange disease, and will not die.

Brother Yuheng: … Except for a strange thing in the body.

Strange things: …_(:з”∠)_

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